"Grandpa Han!" At this time, the declining old man sitting next to Xiao Puxian interrupted Han Xiaozhou's speech. Seeing that this person was nearly sixty years old, compared with Xiao Puxian beside him, he was really beautiful and white-haired, which surprised Zhou Ping. He thought that Xiao Puxian was Yelu Chun's wife, and the two should be the same age, but he didn't expect that Yelu Chun was an old man in his sixty years old.

"I am really lucky to hear the wonderful Dharma today. However, Xiao Wang has been unstable and troubled these days, so he has forced himself to get rid of it and will be resurrected in a moment. How dare you ask for advice from sir?" Although Yelu Chun is extremely rich, his eyebrows and eyes are full of sorrow, which is obviously worried about national affairs.

"I'm just reading the scriptures occasionally, how can I dare to be a sir!" Han Xiaozhou smiled and said, "But the young scholar thinks that the troubles of the King of Qin and Jin should be asked from the word "no"?"

"none?"

"Yes, has the King of Qin and Jin seen the newborn baby, so have you troubles?"

Yelu Chun said in surprise: "A newborn baby is ignorant and ignorant, so he naturally has no worries."

"That's it. King Qin and Jin, you are in the throne, have great power and are extremely rich. Except for the emperor of your country, there are probably no one in this vast territory of the Great Liao 10,000 miles away. Since that's the case, no matter how much you recite scriptures and Buddha, burn incense and practice, you are afraid that you will not be able to get rid of all your worries! I wonder if what the foreign ministers said is correct?"

Yelu Chun was stunned when he heard this. As Han Xiaozhou said, if he was an ordinary family, he would not be able to escape to the State of Song with his family and leave the conquered building of the Liao Dynasty again. But as the royal family of the Liao Dynasty, how could he abandon the ancestral temple and the country and escape alone in this crisis? Even though he knew that there was a big fire pit ahead, he could only jump down with his eyes open.

Yelu Chun stood up and bowed to Han Xiaozhou and said, "I am nearly sixty years old, like a dead forest and a rotten branch, and I am about to break it every now and then. Mr.'s wonderful speech is already useless!"

Han Xiaozhou hurriedly stood up and moved aside, not daring to accept Yelu Chun's courtesy, and said with a smile: "The King of Qin and Jin are the kings of the country, and foreign ministers can only admire them!"

Yelu Chun sighed without saying much, stretched out his right hand. Xiao Puxian, who was standing beside him, hurriedly reached out to support him, and the two walked out. Zhou Ping could see clearly that Yelu Chun's face was golden, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his spirit was depressed, as if he was about to be idled, forming a sharp contrast with Xiao Puxian, who was standing beside him.

After Yelu Chun and his wife left, the other ministers of the Liao Kingdom also resigned one after another, leaving only the people from the Song Dynasty mission in the house. Zhou Ping stepped forward and bowed and smiled, "Your Majesty defeated the King of Qin and Jin with a few words. It is rare in ancient and modern times, and villains admire it very much!"

"Forget it, I have already explained the pros and cons. It depends on them if they are not able to reach the point of view!" Han Xiaozhou took the drink and took a few sips, walked to Hu's bed and sat down, and smiled and said, "Aping, how many days do you need?"

"Please look at me!" Zhou Ping took out the map from today's book from his arms and presented it to him. Han Xiaozhou took it carefully, and his face moved slightly, and praised: "Okay, okay! Just these and Zhang Guanyu are not going to leave in vain. Then Xian said he wanted to attack Yan, and later he said he wanted to attack Yan, and he also presented "Collection of Yanshan Map" to deceive the holy heart. How can you get to the map you drew by Aping, you are so happy, and I will not bury your contribution!"

"Thank you for your cultivation!" Zhou Ping bowed and said in a deep voice: "If it takes about two or three days to enter and exit the inner city, it will be inconvenient to draw."

"Okay, okay!" Han Xiaozhou smiled and said, "Aping, you are also confused. If the army enters the outer city, the inner city will naturally collapse. Are you afraid that they will be able to make a comeback?"

"The villain is confused, thanks to my husband's reminder!"

"Yes!" Han Xiaozhou nodded confidently, as if the Youzhou City had already stepped under his feet: "Then I'll preach the sutras and treat Buddhas here for a few more days!"

Four days later, when Zhou Ping completed the last part of the map, Han Xiaozhou led the mission on his way home. Although the mission of the mission was not completed on the surface, the Song side's request was rejected by the Liao people. The Liao side agreed to reduce the tribute of 500,000 silver and silk every year to half, but he was absolutely unwilling to give in to the return of the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun. However, the Song people's mission was given a very grand farewell. The upper class of Youzhou sent Han Xiaozhou through Lugou with an almost reluctant attitude. Although Yelu Chun, the king of Qin and Jin, was bedridden in Nanjing, still sent his son to see him off on his behalf and gave him a very generous Cheng Yi. In this way, the mission embarked on his way home, and everyone was full of longing for the future.

Because the spring snow melted and the water eroded the road, the delegation returned to another road and would not pass through the new city again. This also made Zhou Ping feel relieved. Yelu Yuncheng, who had paid a lot of money, mentioned this matter to Han Xiaozhou, causing trouble. Seeing that as the road went south, the snow on the road became thinner and closer to the Song realm, thinking of the family's expectations and the court's rewards, the delegation's mood became more and more refreshing.

"The white horse is adorning the golden robbery, and it is flying northwest. I ask who the family is a quiet family. I go to the villages and towns for a young age and hangs loudly in the desert. I have been bending the bow and arrows in the past. I control the string and break the left one, and the right one destroys the moon branch. I hold the flying robe with my hands up and lean over and scatter the horse's hooves..."

The most proud one was Xue Liangyu. He sat on the horse's back and recited loudly the "White Horse" that Zhou Ping had just taught him two days ago. Perhaps the image depicted by this Yuefu poem is closest to his longing. This seventeen-year-old boy remembers and recites it whenever he has nothing to do. He is just a rough article and can recite it in just one day. Zhou Ping leaned against the wall of the car, like a tolerant brother, smiling at the boy's riding shadow.

“Woo--!”

Suddenly, a long horn sound came from the front, which made the people in the regiment become nervous immediately, which means that the provocate in front of the brigade discovered an unusual situation. Zhou Ping jumped out of the carriage and watched the escort Khitan cavalry lined up in battle formations under the command of the captain. After a moment, a cavalry rushed from the front and shouted something in Khitan language. Zhou Ping immediately felt the atmosphere relaxed.

"There are many corpses in front of me, and it must have just fought!" Wen Cheng's voice came from behind. Zhou Ping turned his head and saw that the other party's face was solemn.

"It seems that the situation is getting worse and worse. There is a war here so close to Song Realm. Alas, how sad the people's livelihood is!"

Zhou Ping didn't say anything, but nodded silently. He walked to the mount and jumped onto the war horse, sucked the horse's thighs, and galloped forward. Xue Liangyu was stunned and quickly followed him.

"It should be that it has not been dead for a long time, and the corpses have not yet been corrupted!" Xue Liangyu whispered. Forty or fifty corpses were lying in the open space on the right side of the road. The cold wind in the swallow land turned the skin of the dead into a disgusting iron-green color. Groups of crows were hovering on the corpses. For these scavenging birds, humans' killings provided them with abundant food.

"These should be Han'er's rebels or thieves, who were defeated by the Liao cavalry." Xue Liangyu pulled out a feather arrow from the body and handed it to Zhou Ping. He pointed to the messy snow that was trampled on by horse hooves and the horse hooves and corpses extending to the west and continued: "The thieves met Khitan cavalry here. They were besieged by the cavalry and quickly resisted and defeated, and then followed and pursued. There should be no living!"

Zhou Ping did not answer. He threw the arrow aside and walked to the pile of corpses. The corpses were very dense, and the wounds were basically on the chest. Obviously, they were killed in a desperate battle, and there were also several people wearing leather armor, who should be the leaders.

"Liangyu, these people are not simple! The leader didn't escape first!" Zhou Ping whispered to Xue Liangyu.

"Yeah!" Xue Liangyu nodded. Compared to the bandits in Song, the fighting will of these dead people was undoubtedly much stronger during their lifetime. The two of them were about to leave when a moan came from the wind. Zhou Ping was stunned and turned his eyes to Xue Liangyu. He found that the other party had a different expression, so he was sure that it was not his own hallucination.

"There are still people alive?" Zhou Ping jumped off the horse and walked towards the pile of corpses. At this time, the second moan came. This time, Zhou Ping was even more sure. He quickly ran to the source of the sound, flipped open the two corpses, and a half-year-old child was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, trying his best to pull his right leg out of a horse's corpse.

"Liangyu, come and help!" Zhou Ping shouted, and the two of them worked together to lift the horse's legs slightly. The boy took the opportunity to pull out his legs. Zhou Ping carefully pinched his legs a few times. The boy knew that the other party was helping him check, so he held back the pain and did not shout.

"The bones should be fine!" After confirming, Zhou Ping helped the young man up and looked up and down for a while. He had to admit that the young man was lucky. After experiencing such a life-and-death disaster, everything was normal except for a few contusions and sprains on his body.

"How to deal with this kid?" Xue Liangyu asked.

"Take it to my husband and let me see, and then decide what to do with it!" Zhou Ping handed the wine bag on his waist to the boy, let him take a few sips, and carried him on his horse.

In the carriage, Han Xiaozhou looked up and down at the boy, and then asked for a moment: "Do you understand what I said?"

"I am also a Han'er, so I can understand it naturally!" The boy's tone was a little strange, but it was indeed Chinese. He looked at Han Xiaozhou's dress for a while and suddenly asked, "Are you officials from the State of Song?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"My father said that the Hanguan robe looks like this, but I have never seen it with my own eyes." When the young man said this, he lowered his head, obviously remembering what happened to his father.

"Where are you from? What's your name? How could you be besieged?"
Chapter completed!